Midweek Tease: Hello Again

MWTease15Good morning. I approved the paperback  version of Hello Again this morning and it should be available from Amazon within a few days, but is available now from AAO__0416__Time_To_BloomCreatespace. https://www.createspace.com/6426171  As an added bonus, the paperback  contains three original pen and ink sketches drawn by my son. Here is one of the images.

Now for this week’s tease:

Hanging up the phone, he put on his regular day-to-day-uniform, grateful he wouldn’t be melting in Red Serge, tossed his Kevlar vest over his arm—no need for that at the moment … it hadn’t helped him last August anyway—and headed out the door. After visiting his favorite drive through for coffee and a chocolate chip muffin, something he’d become addicted to since the shooting, he pulled into the RCMP parking lot at exactly twenty-five minutes before shift change.

“Murdock, I thought you were on vacation?” Greer, the dispatcher who usually covered his shift, asked.

HelloAgain-ebook“I was. I am. I should’ve gone north yesterday, but the guy I was supposed to go with couldn’t get the time off after all. So, since it’s just me … It’s hotter than Hades out there this morning, and it’s not even seven. I was going to go fishing, but even my tough old hide would burn to a crisp in this. Without air conditioning, I’d rather be here.”

“Tough old hide, my ass. You’ve got the sun-bronzed skin of a native god and the abs to match,” she said and chuckled. “Although why you do considering the sweet tooth you’ve developed this past year, is a mystery. But as far as the AC goes, don’t get too excited. There’s a big storm coming in, and we’ve had brown outs twice since I came on at seven last night. We had to turn down the AC so the lights would be bright enough to see. I hate that reduced power even more than a black out—at least then the emergency generator kicks in. I changed shifts with Kellerman, so I’m out of here in an hour. I’m heading to the cottage for the next ten days, where I intend to immerse myself in Lost Mountain Lake as long as I can. You’re welcome to join me.” She batted her eyes at him.

“Yeah, I’m sure that partner of yours would like that.”

“Well, if you change your mind … Lucy and I have a cord of wood that needs to be split and stacked.” She batted her eyes suggestively.

Bill laughed. “Ah ha! The truth comes out. You just want me for my muscles.”

“And they’re damn fine ones. A woman can appreciate roses even if she prefers lilacs.”

He shook his head. “I don’t think I’ve ever been called a rose before. It’s a little hot for that kind of work right now, but once the weather breaks, I’ll take a ride up there and do it for you. Might pitch a tent and do some fishing if that’s okay.”

“And I’ll fry that fish up for you just the way you like it. I’ll get Lucy to bake you a chocolate cake and throw in a case of beer if you’re going to stay.”

“Sounds like a plan. The way to this man’s muscles is definitely through his stomach. I’ll be in touch.”

He waved and headed down the hall.

Kathy Greer was at least twenty years older than he was and as committed to her life partner as he’d ever seen anyone. Lucy had suffered a stroke last winter, but was on the mend. Love was love regardless of gender. It pissed him off when people belittled it. He’d give anything to find the forever kind of love they had, but so far, it wasn’t in the cards for him.

He’d dated, had done the horizontal mambo with some delectable ladies, but he’d yet to find a woman who shared his interests, wouldn’t resent the demands of his job, and could look beyond his hazy background. He’d tried dating another officer, but between shift work and distance, since they couldn’t be in the same detachment, it had been more work than pleasure.

When it came right down to it, women wanted to know everything about their chosen mates, and most women would find it hard to accept the reality of a man who had no idea who his parents were or where he’d come from, let alone one whose job took as much time and involved the level of risk his did, as the scars on his chest and back pointed out.

The most excitement his libido had had in years had been the drug induced hallucinations of the gorgeous brunette he’d seen while he’d been in that coma last August. She might not have been real, but it had certainly felt that way. His body reacted to the memory. The imaginary sex had been out of this world, but it had been more than that—they’d shared a connection of some sort. It was as if he were reliving past life experiences, and since he didn’t buy that mumbo-jumbo…

He sighed. Maybe he needed to talk to that shrink again. The department psychiatrist had grilled him for months about his feelings and any changes he’d noticed. Why the hell the man cared that he now liked brussel sprouts when he’d hated them last year was beyond him, but it seemed there was a whole lot of research going on in the area of dead men returning from the grave. Some people didn’t handle almost dying well. Who’d have guessed?

Without doubt, getting used to doing new things and eating new foods had been a challenge at first, but he’d gradually gotten used to it. The strangest thing he’d done had been buying the four bedroom house he now lived in. Sure, it had been a hell of a deal, but for the life of him he couldn’t figure out why he’d wanted a house so badly in the first place.

The bungalow was a real fixer-upper, and he’d discovered that while he’d always been good at carpentry, plumbing, even electrical work, his skills had improved. Last weekend, with the help of some of the guys, he’d put on a new roof. For whatever reason, he got a real sense of satisfaction out of fixing and modernizing the place. If he decided not to go fishing, he’d spend the rest of his three weeks off finishing the basement. He’d probably sleep down there tonight if the weather didn’t break. AC was definitely on the list of things to get installed before next summer.

One of the biggest problems since the night of the shooting was his lack of interest in the opposite sex. None of the women available appealed to him, since the only one he really wanted didn’t exist. Friends had fixed him up a few times, but nothing had come of it. The last thing he needed was to get saddled with some simpering miss who wouldn’t want to break a nail or get her hands dirty. No. His ideal woman would enjoy the outdoors and adventure.

He shook his head and took the stairs two at a time up to the second floor to sign in and see the superintendent for the information he needed before heading out to the reserve. He might be alone, but he had a house to keep him busy and a job he still liked—well most of the time—and there was Ray. If that panned out, he’d be a happy man.

Hello Again is available in  digital book from Amazon https://www.amazon.com/Hello-Again-Susanne-Matthews-ebook/dp/B01FGN88I6

 

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#MidWeekTease August 3, 2016


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About mhsusannematthews

Finally retired after more than 30 years as a teacher! Now, I get to spend my time gardening, enjoying my grandchildren, and writing. I finally completed the number one item in my bucket list and Crimson Romance published my first novel, Fire Angel, in April 2013. Since then I have sold 24 other manuscripts to date and don't plan to quit writing for a long time yet.
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11 Responses to Midweek Tease: Hello Again

  1. dorisoconnor says:

    Fab tease, Susanne 🙂

  2. siobhanmuir says:

    Great tease, Susanne. 🙂

  3. ravennatate says:

    Wonderful tease! 🙂

  4. angelicadawson says:

    I love the playful banter. So nice to have someone you look forward to seeing when you go in to work.

  5. Great snippet, Susanne, and I love that cover!

  6. Kiru Taye says:

    Congrats on your paperback release. The ink sketch is lovely and so is the tease.

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